Bryan Rucker

© Bryan Rucker and Yannique Barker 2013

Written and Composed by Bryan Rucker and Yannique Barker at SoBe Swag Labs

Guitars, Vocals, and Rhythm - Bryan Rucker
Vocals - Yannique Barker

Recording Engineer - Ryan Connelly

Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Connelly

Cover Art by Yannique Barker

Whitewashed feat. Stack$

© Bryan Rucker 2013

Written and Composed by Bryan Rucker and Jon Lazar

Vocals and Guitar - Bryan Rucker
Guitar - Jon Lazar
Bass - Jeff Carswell
Drums - Steve Rucker
Piano and Production - Tracksionz

Recording Engineers - Ryan Connelly, Jon Lazar

Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Connelly 

Cover Art by BJ Golnick

"MIND GAMES"
(Rucker/Lazar)

We've had some troubles,
Trust me when I tell you,
This love it does kill,
I'm bleeding it is murder.

On this first degree felony,
Blinded by the rest of the lies that shut the door,
And now I'm laying 6 feet deep.

We can't walk in the same direction,
We can't walk in the same streets,
Because this life that you have taken from me,
Is now in the hands of its owner.

The time that passed us by,
I'll never know why,
The tears that we cried,
You're always by my side.

But you came in and showed me the way,
How to love and also hate,
And now I'm stuck contemplating,
Bad decisions that were made.

We can't walk in the same direction,
We can't walk in the same streets,
Because this life that you have taken from me,
Is now in the hands of its owner.

All these voices keep telling me,
What to chose,
Right or wrong,
Can't decide,
Holding on,
To all this space,
All this time,
The choice is mine,
The choice is yours,
The choice is mine,
Don't be afraid,
Don't let it go,
Just let it shine,
What's right is wrong,
What's yours is mine,
So I'll pray to the lord,
I'll pray up above.

We can't walk in the same direction,
We can't walk in the same streets,
Because this life that you have taken from me,
Is now in the hands of its owner.


Mind Games

© Bryan Rucker & Gabe Gonzalez 2014

Written and Composed by Gmajor and Bryan Rucker

Vocals and Guitar - Bryan Rucker
Guitars and Production - Gmajor

Recording Engineer - Ryan Connelly 

Mixed and Mastered by Tommy Peluso 

Cover Art by Bryan Rucker

This perfect little house,
The one we called our own,
We turned it to a home,
One that we shared.

All of these memories,
Trapped in these walls,
There for eternity,
Never to fall apart,
Fall apart.

And if I ever need to find you,
I'll walk down these walls,
Cause every last part of us,
Is buried in these walls,
And if they could talk they'll tell us a story of this house,
And if they could talk they'll tell us a story of this house.

This perfect little house,
The one we called our own,
Has shattered in to pieces,
And now it feels alone.

And when can we ever get to,
The point where we stopped and left off,
Who's gonna come and rescue,
The one that you went and left off,
It's me, it's me, because...

All of these memories,
Trapped in these walls,
There for eternity,
Never to fall apart,
Fall apart.

And if I ever need to find you,
I'll walk down these walls,
Cause every last part of us,
Is buried in these walls,
And if they could talk they'll tell us a story of this house,
And if they could talk they'll tell us a story of this house.

Don't be afraid,
I will be there soon,
I will be there soon.

This Home

© Bryan Rucker 2014

Written by Bryan Rucker

Vocals and Guitar - Bryan Rucker
Guitars and Production - Gmajor

Recording Engineers - Ryan Connelly, Tommy Peluso

Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Connelly

Cover Art by Xavier Berry

"HANGIN ON"
(Rucker)

Here it goes,
We can make it through,
All this love,
Was made for you.

No holding back,
There's more work to do,
All these reasons for leaving is me,
Not you.

Cause tonight,
Is our last night,
And tonight,
We'll both lie.

And Mama,
Am I guilty for the price I've had to pay,
Still I sit here, you know we've seen better days,
The decisions I have made have me hangin on.

Here it goes,
Can we make it through,
This crown of thorns,
Is all for you.

Can't turn our backs now,
We've got something to prove,
No holding back,
We must find our truth.

Cause tonight,
We won't fight,
And tonight,
We'll see the light.

And Mama,
Am I guilty for the price I've had to pay,
Still I sit here, you know we've seen better days,
The decisions I have made have me hangin on.

And mama,
I tried to leave but I'm still beggin you for more,
You tried to keep me but I was beggin for that door,
The decisions I have worn have me hangin on.

This fire,
That has guided us,
Isn't strong enough anymore,
We have to burn this candle longer,
Tonight,
We will hold it up one last time,
And put out the flame to cease our long demise.

And Mama,
Am I guilty for the price I've had to pay,
Still I sit here, you know we've seen better days,
The decisions I have made have me hangin on.


Hangin On

Tight Rope depicts the personal strength needed to overcome the many obstacles we are faced with.

© Bryan Rucker 2014

Written and Composed by Bryan Rucker, GMajor, and Ryan Connelly

Vocals and Guitar - Bryan Rucker
Guitars and Production - GMajor 

Recording Engineer - Ryan Connelly

Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Connelly

Cover Art by Bryan Rucker


"TIGHT ROPE"
(Rucker, Gonzalez, Connelly)

Head up eyes locked on the straight away,
Arms out feeling tougher than a heavyweight,
Feet inch, toes clinch, yea it's gettin late,
Time keeps movin, cold sweat drippin down my face.

Heal to toe as I inch to the other side,
Breathe steady, heart heavy, yea it's do or die,
No net, won't catch if I fall this time,
Tight rope walkin am I gonna make it out alive.

I'm ready, I can do this any day,
Legs steady like a jump shot fadeaway,
I've been down but I'll do it again,
Until the next one,

It ain't easy walkin this far,
It ain't easy thinkin this much,
It ain't easy watchin all the pieces fall.

This rope is never too tight,
Feels like the world's on my shoulders,
I hope I'm doing this right,
Until it's time to start over,
Start over,
Start over,
It ain't easy watchin all the pieces fall.

Palms sweaty, am I ready for this all again,
High stakes, it's a risk worth takin,
I look down and my world starts shakin,
Back up at the sky and I start to feel my patience,

Just a few more steps and I'll get there,
I've made it this far truth is my best friend,
All the times I was doubted I made it,
Turned a couple heads now the long shot's the favorite.

I'm ready,
I can do this any day,
Heart racin like a bank rob getaway.
I've been down but I'll do it again,
Until the next one,

It ain't easy walkin this far,
It ain't easy thinkin this much,
It ain't easy watchin all the pieces fall.

This rope is never too tight,
Feels like the world's on my shoulders,
I hope I'm doing this right,
Until it's time to start over,
Start over,
Start over,
It ain't easy watchin all the pieces fall.



Tight Rope

© Bryan Rucker 2014

Written by Bryan Rucker

Vocals and Guitar - Bryan Rucker
Production - Gmajor
Cajon and Percussion - Jon Joiner

Recording Engineer - Ryan Connelly

Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Connelly

Cover Art by Bryan Rucker


"BITTER CONVENTIONS"
(Rucker)

All of this pain troubles my mind, 
I can't relate,
It's not worth my time,
Mama don't preach,
If you're out of line.

The chalk boards will screech,
The fires will flare, 
The floodgates will breach,
The fabrics will tear,
It's not out of reach,
Just don't pull the chair.

I think it's time we make use of our senses,
I think it's time that we better ourselves,
Ain't no use in these bitter conventions my dear.

Because they're killing time,
And it's getting old,
And we are not, 
We are not the conventional mold.

Just a little bit, 
Just a little.

This place is out of control,
I need someone to save me,
And I'm faced with nowhere to go,
But the answers you gave me were irrational,
It took this to let go,
Let's rewrite the books,
Let's move past our egos,
It's time for a change,
We need some new motives,
It's time to refrain,
Is there anyone out there.

I think it's time we make use of our senses,
I think it's time that we better ourselves,
Ain't no use in these bitter conventions my dear.

Because they're killing time,
And it's getting old,
And we are not, 
We are not the conventional mold.

Just a little bit, 
Just a little.

Bitter Conventions

© Bryan Rucker Music 2014

Written by Bryan Rucker and Gabe Gonzalez

Vocals, Guitar - Bryan Rucker
Production - Gabe Gonzalez
Guitar - Brandon Marsolo
Bass - Alex Pound
Drums - Steve Rucker

Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Connelly

Cover Art by Ronny Rose

"REALIZE"
(Rucker/Gonzalez)

Am I carried away,
For asking about all the things you say,
Or is it just better that way,
For these times they have been broke again, again.

Now why would you wanna try me,
I thought this was multiplying,
I'm done with these foolish games,
They're all the same to me.

Now there ain't no use in trying,
Our love in slowly dying,
Now you tell me who's to blame,
It's all the same to me.

Now realize,
I can't take this anymore,
Just realize,
That this moment can't be undone for the hell of it,
And one day we'll be alright,
So realize,
That real eyes, know real lies,
So realize.

I always knew better,
I felt like our lives were changing now,
Cause you brought this weather,
The ice in your veins has shot this down,
We can't be together,
So why even try to work this out,
The past has been broken,
What is done is over,
The future starts right now.

Now why would you wanna try me,
I thought this was multiplying,
I'm done with these foolish games,
They're all the same to me.

Now there ain't no use in trying,
Our love in slowly dying,
Now you tell me who's to blame,
It's all the same to me.

Now realize,
I can't take this anymore,
Just realize,
That this moment can't be undone for the hell of it,
And one day we'll be alright,
So realize,
That real eyes, know real lies,
So realize.

I should have known better,
I shouldn't have let what I allowed,
But you brought this weather.

Now realize,
I can't take this anymore,
Just realize,
That this moment can't be undone for the hell of it,
And one day we'll be alright,
So realize,
That real eyes, know real lies,
So realize.



Bryan Rucker

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